One bite at a time

Packing my bag, I couldn’t get out of the house quick enough.

Are you ready?’ my partner Matthew, 36, asked me.

Ready,’ I smiled.

We were heading to the hospital to find out the gender of our baby.

Matthew and I have been together since we were teenagers, and we’d been trying for a baby for over a year.

So, lying back in the hospital bed, neither of us cared which way it would go.

As long as they were happy and healthy.

‘You’re having a girl,’ the sonographer smiled.

It was perfect and we were both over the moon.

We were so excited, but then at 35-weeks, we had some worrying news.

‘She’s not growing as fast as we’d like, so we’re going to send you for some blood tests,’ the doctor told me. ‘But we’re not